Tinkling trickles everywhere - bathroom, rain and coffee pot
Roaring warmth from the heat source after clicked up one half notch
Old soles of slippers whisper tales to the hardwood as I stroll
Cars swoosh by, tires scrape wet streets as down the street they go
Open the drawer where flat ware is with a soft sandpapery glide
Spoon in hand, thick pouring cream, silent honey not far behind
In my mug, tiny circles burst with decorous plip
Gentle, rumbly, raspy snores from Kitty in her sleep
Dragon breathing gas poofs on, cracked eggs soon gasp then bubble
F sharp kabong when toast springs up, scorched bread is healed with butter
Contented sounds from fridge, computer – clicking, ticking, bleep
“We’re in good working order”, they say in the land where electronics speak
Vibrations bounce with ringing bells soft or booming in my ears
When noises cease abruptly, that’s the sound I love to hear.
11/6/2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
they are sleepless intelligence that dwells in hospitals
masked walk around at the ends of the streets
the population dreads on me
poofs blackness into space
everywhere is a fallout at stake
it will sway the dwelling in us
Beans can be transformed into a gas substance without a shape
Nothing like a solid or liquid it just poofs into the atmosphere
Some poisonous more is found in a men’s room then the ladies
Ladies just puff gas gently while they male subject explodes it out
The more we learn about theses two types of gases
We will discover the differences between the male and female gas systems
I have written a book called
“The Explosive Male Verses The Puff Female”
For only $9.95 plus tax three whole pages filled with hot air
Autograph copies are available for a dollar extra
The color illustrations are found on pages 2 through 3
Don’t miss out on this special offer buy one get one free today only
Bringing out all the little tricks in her bag wanting to impress and edge up in
standing of her circle of influence
having left behind the squares of preponderance
She laughed aloud at herself before anyone
else could
Out of the box and tossed in air the garments
was flying everywhere big poofs of gauzy and fluttery finery no better satins could be
had for the scenery besides Who would not stop and stare when she's seen there in something looking close to underwear
Alas, my poor girl who's direction is askew if you only knew. Take off put on repeat all day you wish you had a better you
but nothing is going to change from the outside in so find some new fittings and
sayings you'll be ok
tis better to know what's in front behind and all around for it's not to the crowd in which to be proud
Your steady breathing next to mine
Is sweeter than the sweetest wine.
Just knowing that you’re always there
Is like an answer to a prayer.
You are my anchor and my rock;
My savings bond, my rising stock.
You feed my stomach and my soul;
Without you, I would not be whole.
At night, each whispered breath I measure
Poofs into the air like treasure.
So much comfort can be found
Within that quiet, peaceful sound.
Often, sleep won’t heed my call;
But as you slumber, I’m in thrall.
Each exhale, as it disappears,
Is like sweet music to my ears.
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